For me today was a good day, of thanks and reflection, on how blessed we all are for our many freedoms, we enjoy, because so many willingly gave the ultimate sacrifice, their lives.

Yesterday I mentioned watching our weeds grow, well today I watched Bill pull said weeds.  He then proceeded to dig some little holes, in the ground, to plant some little....plants....we had purchased from Rite Aid, a week ago.  Actually he spent the entire day doing one little job after another.  Since I can't do 10,000 steps a day, not even over 2,000 I decided that Bill could, that's if I gave him enough little jobs, in the day, to accomplish....which I did   : )   I wasn't able to go to Hillcrest for their celebration today because I just couldn't keep my eyes open long enough.  I was happy though the sun was shining, most of the day, so many celebrations were able to take place without a down pour.



Conclusion of Story:
Two days later, Buddy and I stood back away from the tracks as the train slowed down at the crossing.  The fireman waved to us, then disappeared.  Suddenly, out from the engineer's cab came a large scoop of coal and a piece of red cloth.
"It looks like he lost his neck bandanna," I said, running down and picking up the red cloth.  "Wait, there's something tied up in it."
"Well, just look at that," Buddy said.  "Two pieces of bubble gum and a new one-dollar bill.  That angel must be rich."
All that winter, three days a week, we received a bucket of coal, a treat and, sometimes, money.  I never knew the person's full name, but to our family and to my brother and me, he wasn't just a guardian angel.  He was an angel of mercy.